As I enter the technicolor forest, evidence of autumn surrounds me. Silence. The cold, chilling silence of rustling leaves and chatting trees permeates the air around my ears. However, one does not hear it at first; a small clear resonance emerging from beyond the naked eye. I dash my eyes around the brown landscape, scoping for the source of this faint noise. Nothing. I close my eyes, devouring this chorus of whistles and chirps. Darkness. The faded sound occupies my unlit vision. In this dark world, a figure materializes. A young woman. She whistles a melodious tune, her face lit up with the merriment and naivety of love. My love. She starts to walk away, inducing me to follow her. The chorus grows louder as I chase after the girl. Louder and louder as she breaks into a run. I outreach my hands, longing for another chance. Gradually, the sweet sound stops, ceasing to exist no longer. Curious, I open my eyes. A motionless object rests at my feet: a beautiful bird, dead from the cold. I sigh with grief and close my sullen eyes.
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As I enter the technicolor forest, evidence of autumn surrounds me. Silence. The cold, chilling silence of rustling leaves and chatting trees permeates the air around my ears. However, one does not hear it at first; a small clear resonance emerging from beyond the naked eye. I dash my eyes around the brown landscape, scoping for the source of this faint noise. Nothing. I close my eyes, devouring this chorus of whistles and chirps. Darkness. The faded sound occupies my unlit vision. In this dark world, a figure materializes. A young woman. She whistles a melodious tune, her face lit up with the merriment and naivety of love. My love. She starts to walk away, inducing me to follow her. The chorus grows louder as I chase after the girl. Louder and louder as she breaks into a run. I outreach my hands, longing for another chance. Gradually, the sweet sound stops, ceasing to exist no longer. Curious, I open my eyes. A motionless object rests at my feet: a beautiful bird, dead from the cold. I sigh with grief and close my sullen eyes.
She was gone.
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